Mafia's tomorrow

15- gate

Knock knock.

I knock again for the third time in a row. Guess who?

My beloved fiancé, oh you know the one I ought to kill. That exact one.

Yup, I am cranky before breakfast.

It had been 2 weeks. I was getting agitated, for one I hadn't acted upon my plan, which technically my dad's reminder made me up for it. Second, I hadn't worked and done anything remotely related to mafia. Let me tell you, the housewife business is not really my thing. I am more of a boss lady. And I like it.

I hate those double standard people who would appreciate men doing the same work as me because he is a man and not me because I am a woman.

Anyway, I am witing and I raise my hand to knock for the 4th time, but voila! The gate of almighty have opened...

There he is standing in his utmost glory. Those 6 pack abs , messed up bed hair with just a trouser covering him.

Perfect!

And I cannot tell where it was a sarcastic comment or not.

I gape. Literally gape.

What the hell is wrong with me. I have seen far more handsome men than him.

Liar!

Whatever, I surely have seen 8 pack abs and I am certain I did not drool. That raises the question....

Am I drooling?

I close my mouth and wait for some feel of wetness to feel near my mouth and I control my fingers not to touch the area to feel it.

And when I look at the perfect model in front of me, he has a sleepy smirk etched upon his face. Arrogant bastard!

" Hey!"

"Hi, good morning!"

"May I know what are you here for except drooling on my sexy body, of course."

"Yeah, actually can I come inside?" I motion towards his room.

"yeah, sure, sorry". I chuckle lightly and enter his room. It is spectacular. High ceilings, colour combination and everything. A map is behind his bead with some sitting bean-bags in front.

While I enter his room, he picks up a tee and wears it. Not to mention, it is white. So it doesn't do much work.

I shake my head mentally at my pathetic thoughts.

He motions to the bean bags and I seat myself on one of them while he sits next to me.

"So..." he begins.

"Um, actually, I was here because, you know it's been a couple of weeks in here. And..."

"You want to get married so early?" he breaks me and looks up with a horrified face. I am taken aback. I blink a few times and answer with a frown. I really don't like people break me when I am talking.

"Not at all." He visibly relaxes. Not at all uncomfortable. So much for a I-am-okay-with-having-a-fiance. I roll my eyes mentally and continue.

"I am here for, you know.. I mean..um." he raises an eyebrow.

Okay, I do not know how to request. I will be offended if you anyone is surprised.

I take a deep breath and start again after collecting my thoughts. " I have done absolutely no work in 2 weeks and I am getting agitated. I am here to request you to you know get me busy. I really don't ask you to get me in any kind of business. Files and all, not that I cannot handle them, it would be stupid to give files to someone new and most of them are confidential. I am okay with training, and weapons or torture of answers..."

" Be ready at 10." He stops my rambling and gives me a reassuring smile. "Today you will see the illegal Carsons and Corp." He ends with a wink.

"Thank you." He waves his hand to dismiss it as nothing but little does he know I have never entered my dad's office. It is kind of a big deal.

He gets up and grabs his towel from the bed. He starts moving towards the ither end of the room and I make no movement to get up from that bag.

He raise his both eyebrows, "do you want to join me in the shower?"

My eyes widen and I get up .

"Pervert." And with that last comment from me and him laughing I exit his room to change into more appropriate clothes for work.